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Doing It For Me

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I think I have pressure-washed all the mold – that is, the broken Internet links, mostly arising from Google failures that I’d neglected to correct – from what for me is one of aftermath‘s central control panels: bg check. Much more remains to be done to make that control panel more effective for me, but all the rest of that can be seen as improving and adding, versus the clean-up I’ve been doing the past several days.

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20 July 2014 at 4:29 pm

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Clonidine Patch — 20 Jul 2014

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Clonidine Patch 20 Jul 2014Yeah, I know, I haven’t been keeping up with my clonidine patch as I ought. That, and I need to get around to setting up an appointment for a full physical, in part to get the clonidine and all my other med prescriptions (other than the depakote, which comes via another doc) back up to date.

For this week, I’m giving my clonidine patch cover a simple little sketch of music notes, with no particular tune in mind, just hummin’ along. La la-la laaaa, I la-la-like clonidine.

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20 July 2014 at 2:58 pm

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Clutter Control 20 Jul 2014

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A friend of mine, Sara, used to draw litter maps of the litter she would pick up around her neighborhood. Her litter maps told stories to her. Her sketches themselves were art in their own unique way.

I think of Sara’s litter maps as I open up a new category for aftermath: clutter. My clutter maps might not be the art Sara’s litter maps were, but mine do speak at least to me, telling me what I’ve been up to and reminding me of what I haven’t yet gotten around to doing. Provocative.

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20 July 2014 at 12:02 pm

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Just Joking, Just Dreaming

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paul’s friends wanted us to go out “crashing bars” – not just cruising around to several of th local drinking holes, but leaving each of them in shambles from raw rowdiness. paul had grown more settled since those college rituals and seemed reluctant because of what pat might say, so we paused plans at an impasse. during th interlude i slipped off to my fave area in th place where we then were, returning with a cheeky grin and holding a plate exhibiting its own form of shambles, chuckling at myself as i told paul and his friends, “i crashed th salad bar”

An Adrien joke in a dream? Yes, it’s about as bad as any of my waking jokes, so dull as to not even be thought of by anyone else as a joke. “Threads,” Suzi would say, for how those all keep getting crossed in my head in frequently odd nonsensical ways. But there is at least a smidge of what countless puns and many other jokes use as their hinge: use of a word — in the case of my dream, two words, “crash” and “bar” — in a different, unexpected way with an odd connection that usually gives some amusing implied meaning to the original definition of the word. And although such odd connections are so commonplace in dreams as to be the essence of a dream, I can’t recall ever before telling a joke in any of my dreams. I wonder, do people like Woody Allen or Steve Martin frequently tell jokes in their own dreams?

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20 July 2014 at 5:58 am

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